So, like everyone else, I rushed to Walmart yesterday to stock up on bread and milk in case we got snowed in with the 3 inches of snow they were predicting. After all, that 3 inches might build up against our door for days not letting us out! Anyhoo…I filled up my cart with all the necessities that one must have for a possible blizzard wannabe that could trap us for days! I got my Dove dark chocolates, milk, and a romantic movie to watch over and over with my honey pie so I can hit him in the arm saying loving things like, “you dont say those things to me! You never take me somewhere special! I don’t get those kind of gifts!” By the time we’re done with our love story movie, he has a black and blue arm and I am now mad at him for the rest of week. Hopefully for him the ‘shut us in storm’ will last only hours instead of days!
And…I’m in Walmart with my ‘500+ must have items in case the storm hits us’, when I decide I better check out before something else jumps in my basket because it thinks it’s a party in there! Every check out has a line of people snaking past the jewelry counter, making one feel like like they’re at Disney World waiting to get on Mr Toad’s Wild Ride! Suddenly, I spot one self check out machine that’s open! I turn my cart so fast it’s on two wheels and pick up my pace to get to the machine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an old lady with a cart that is fuller than mine, heading towards MY machine! I go a little faster, and so does the gray haired woman with a cane who seems to get a burst of energy that she hasn’t experienced in the last 20 some years! I maneuver around a couple of displays with all the ‘As Seen On TV’ gadgets, and she goes around a stand filled with children’s plush unicorns, turtles and shooting star projector puppies that surely keeps them wide awake at night. The race is on! I forgot my moral code of ‘age before beauty’ and beat her to the machine that was blinking at us. I got there and said ‘ah ha’ in victory which lasted about 1.8 seconds because on my machine, it has ‘cash only!’ My shoulders slumped in defeat, I turned around to leave only to see my competitor standing behind me with a huge smile waving a wad of cash in her hand.
My Bitty Boy slipped out of my clutching arms and into the healing arms of Jesus tonight. I selfishly held on to my baby for as long as I could. But the Lord wanted him to go home and carried him away. I can’t describe the heart ache that I feel. My little kitten who I bottle fed and who drove me crazy. My little ball of fur who scared the heck out my Pit. The kitty who nursed on my robe every morning and every evening before bed. My little cat who happily sat outside our bedroom door waiting to greet me when I got up every single day. Never in a million years did I think this cat was going die or be taken from me so soon.
I’ve spent the evening thanking God for allowing me to nurture and love this kitty for the last 6 months as the non stop tears spill.
I will praise Him in this storm.
This is the last pic I took of Bitty Boy as I held him before he died. He did not die alone, he was surrounded by his mommy and daddy, brothers and sister. 💔💔😭😭
Fun with mother
Note to self…next time I go to Walmart with my mother who walks slower than a snail…never put her magazines that she can’t live without on the self check out belt!
Yep, we put her old fogey gossip magazines on the conveyor belt that automatically rolls when you put your can’t function/live/survive without items on. It moves faster than we can empty our baskets and we made the mistake of putting the 3 magazines on it first. That shiny black belt took off like a speeding bullet with her stuff still wobbling on it, racing to the check out machine! Well, there is a slight separation from the belt and the counter… perfect size for a thin paper item to slip down into! Yep, you guessed right…it started to eat her magazines, all three at once. The pages were flapping, the belt was squealing and I had to drop all my items back into the cart and run to save her ‘I must have those’ mags from disappearing into the twilight zone of lost things that float around somewhere in space for eternity! And yes, I’m sure you figured out that I played tug of war with walmarts conveyor belt and mothers magazines as she wailed behind me about the very last People’s magazine in the city of La Porte! I tugged, it rumbled a growl at me, and mother threatened it with bodily harm! I finally got her precious magazine out of the teeth of Mr. Belt who works for Rod Sterling and handed them to mother. She grabbed the now crumbled pages telling the world the juicy secrets of people she will never meet, clutched it close to her heart, closed her eyes and loudly thanked the heavens! I apologized to the folks who were slowly backing away from us in fear, and tried to pretend that I wasn’t related to her!
Note to self…next time when Chad and I are having a relaxing, cuddly time with a roaring fire, do not, I repeat… do not have hubby chase a stink bug that found it’s way into our cozy living room, crawling up the wall to throw into the fire! The well known aroma that they are so famous for, does not burn up or get lost in the smoke!
The mood has now been broken.
We are currently sitting in the kitchen discussing, ‘you told me too…no I did not…yes you did…I just wanted it out of my house…not my fault the fire stinks…yes it is!’
Well dang, now my hubby is giving me the silent treatment.
He was taking my vintage style silver Christmas tree downstairs to the basement (all wrapped up in big black garbage bags) when I said, “please don’t fall, I don’t want my tree to get wrecked!” He stopped halfway down the stairs, glared at me past the shiny black plastic with a few silver limbs poking out here and there, and said, “really? Your worried about the stupid tree?!” I casually answered, “well yeah, all my favorite bulbs are on it!”
Apparently, it was the wrong answer. Ooopps!
Ah the farm, a peaceful and tranquil place where the llamas frolic in the pasture, chickens peck away at the brown grass, the turkey barks at the neighbors, the chunky little pig roots for grain leaving holes all over, the baby goat jumps gleefully from hay bale to straw bale, the donkey bellows out his HEEE HAAAAAW, and our woolly mammoth Laci stands in a trance most of the day from eating to much. So much activity and fun! Until…we come home to find 3 llamas, 1 alpaca, an over energetic goat, and a potbelly pig on the wrong side of the fence as the donkey and mini tank gallop back and forth in frustration on the right side of the fence because they can’t run down the road with the other escapees. Chad and I pull in our driveway and automatically go into ‘loose farm animal’ panic mode. He runs to the right to herd 5 animals, and I go for the easy one, Sammie who is on the other side of property.
I of course film my little adventure. Chad…he is chasing, yelling and flinging his arms at 2 llamas and one alpaca who decided to split up and run in opposite directions! He wasn’t worried about the pig, she found a huge pile of clover and was in pig heaven. So Mr Super Farmer goes after Sweetie (with a baby goat following of course) who thought it would be fun to sprint towards the road to help her daddy get some much needed exercise. But! Nancy saved the day by running (which I found that I don’t do so well at my age) around the corner to stop Sweetie from galloping into the road! Sweetie stopped. I stood there with my arms outstretched and we had a real life Clint Eastwood stare down. She looked past my shoulder, then back at me. I glared at her and said, “go ahead, make my day!” She took a couple of steps to the right, I matched hers while going forward. She then side stepped to the left, so I had to resort to doing my famous crazy farm lady yodel. For some reason, they all hate my farm call. She turned around, galloped towards Chad who was shaking the magic cup of sweet grain! I followed the defeated llama as I did my l victory dance. Super Farmer took over with his side kick Sugar Baby and got her over the gate as I kept the others away from the 5 foot opening. Yep, a team Chad and I are! We chase, fling arms, coax, threaten animals with no grain for a year…or worse, giving the warm spot in the barn to the ‘creature’, we sweet talk them with promises that can’t be kept, and my favorite…do the victory dance together as we high five each other for another successful farm animal capture!
Bitty Boy is driving me crazy right now. He is in the annoying, wild, I’m going to do what I want, when I want teenager stage! It’s like he can’t sit still or leave anything alone! He hides behind corners, under tables, waiting…stalking anything that moves or floats past his line of vision! Most times I don’t see him coming! I try to walk from one room to another, peacefully minding my own business, usually with an arm load of laundry when I see out of the corner of my eye, this striped gray thing flying through the air…front legs stretched out, claws protruding from furry paws, an evil grin with twitching whiskers, an ear splitting screech warning me to drop everything and run before I have a ball of fur plastered to my leg that will be burning in pain from 12 tiny needles! Sometimes I get away, sometimes I don’t. I’ve had a couple of victories where I was able to jump aside and let him fly past me…which is great because as he is sailing past my now safe legs, he is squinting at me with a ‘your gonna pay for this’ glare as all four legs are flinging, desperately trying to find something, anything, to grab ahold of. I give him a grinning nod of ‘I rule, you drool’ look before he hits the wall along with a “HA”!
Bitty Boy gathers himself, shakes it off, then slinks to another corner where he can hide to wait for an easier target like Biscuit (he learned weeks ago the hard way, not to touch Chippie) or look for Misty Blue to pitter patter past him. If the other animals spot his glowing eyes, they take another route or turn around. But Bitty Boy is determined to attack anything that moves or doesn’t! I find him on top of curtains pawing at cob webs, hear him climbing up the back of my chair, see him sneaking around under tables, watch him pretend to be sleeping as one of the other animals tip toe past him, and best of all, go after Super Farmers plate of food so they can play the non stop ‘toss the cat away from dinner’ game!
Yep, he’s a handful right now.
But like all children, God made them adorable when they sleep so all our plans to give them away at the crack of dawn goes away as we gaze upon their tiny faces…of course, the sleeping precious face I’m gazing upon, has front paws that are twitching with claws going in and out as he dreams about my legs!